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and blegh.

you ever have so much to do your head wants to implode? and nothing you need to do appeals to you to do? Like, you will scrub your house from top to bottom to avoid doing it, and clean, polish, re-oil, and refinish the majority of your knife collection?

yeah. that was my day. accomplishing a lot of stuff that didn’t need to be done and a whole big ass pile of stuff that needs to be done still sitting there.

But thankfully these days I have a Demon to keep me on track here. Even if I don’t feel like writing he bemoans regular porn for my musings. 🙂 Flattering as hell. Meanwhile my “g-rated” blog is suffering because, well, people don’t really wanna read “so, work is hard, the island is fucking small, I miss taco bell, and no I still don’t know why my “husband” hasn’t moved here yet”.

Squished Together…

I write this blog to make myself laugh, and sometimes I even make other people laugh. Beware, there are probably spelling, syntax, grammar, and formatting mistakes all through this blog--but I try not to frak it up too much. I used to try to maintain two blogs, and since that was ridiculously difficult to do that as well as, you know, live--I decided to 'squish' the two of them together. Regardless of what my best friend thinks, the name of this blog has little to nothing to do with my boobs. *sigh* But, since I have family who could some day find this blog I have decided to put anything somewhat risque under a password. Anyone who would like that password needs only to send me a request. If you make the subject line something like "smut" or "password" it will help. :) Please send all requests to: squishedtogether@gmail.com
*kisses*